He knew Sannoh's center was strong, but he had never expected the man's explosive power to be this terrifying.
That sudden leap had already surpassed the high school level. It was the absolute dominance of an elite interior player!
The orange basketball traced an arc through the air and landed precisely in Fukatsu Kazunari's hands.
Sannoh's floor general, Fukatsu Kazunari, held the ball and calmly surveyed the Ryonan players ahead of him. He wasted no time probing their defense. The moment he looked up, his composed aura abruptly changed. In the next instant, he became a streak of white lightning, bursting into Ryonan's half of the court in the blink of an eye.
Ryonan's defense instantly tightened. Xiangtian Yanyi was the first to rotate over, but Fukatsu Kazunari left her behind in his wake.
Fukuda Kiccho tried to cut him off, but his feet were half a beat too slow.
Chi Tong's gaze sharpened, a keen glint flashing through his mismatched eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed off the floor and shot sideways like an arrow loosed from a bow, blocking Fukatsu Kazunari's driving lane with perfect precision.
The distance between them closed in an instant. With Chi Tong's movement, Ryonan's defensive wall took shape again.
Fukatsu Kazunari's powerful charge never paused. Instead of slowing down, he accelerated, as though he intended to force his way through Chi Tong's defense.
But just as the two were about to collide, his hands suddenly changed course.
With a light flick of Fukatsu Kazunari's wrist, the basketball flew past Chi Tong's fingertips at an almost uncanny angle, as though guided by an invisible thread.
The timing and trajectory of the pass were so precise that they seemed to have been calculated countless times. The ball went straight into the hands of Matsumoto